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snapped. “You’re not the only one. Light workload. Boss sent me home early.”

      Caitlin couldn’t take her Mom’s nasty tone. Not tonight. She was always being snotty towards her, and tonight, Caitlin had enough. She decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.

      “Great,” Caitlin snapped back. “Does that mean we’re moving again?”

      Her Mom suddenly jumped to her feet. “You watch that fresh mouth of yours!” she screamed.

      Caitlin knew her Mom had just been waiting for an excuse to yell at her. She figured it was best to just bait her and get it over with.

      “You shouldn’t smoke around Sam,” Caitlin answered coldly, then entered her tiny bedroom and slammed the door behind her, locking it.

      Immediately, her Mom banged at the door.

      “You come out here, you little brat! What kind of way is that to talk to your mother!? Who puts bread on your table….”

      On this night, Caitlin, so distracted, was able to drown out her Mom’s voice. Instead, she replayed in her mind the day’s events. The sound of those kids’ laughter. The sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. The sound of her own roar.

      What exactly had happened? How did she get such strength? Was it just an adrenaline rush? A part of her wished it was. But another part of her knew it wasn’t. What was she?

      The banging on her door continued, but Caitlin barely heard it. Her cell sat on her desk, vibrating like crazy, lighting up with IMs, texts, emails, Facebook chats—but she barely heard that, too.

      She moved to her tiny window and looked down at the corner of Amsterdam Ave, and a new sound rose in her mind. It was the sound of Jonah’s voice. The image of his smile. A low, deep, soothing voice. She recalled how delicate he was, how fragile he seemed. Then she saw him lying on the ground, bloody, his precious instrument in pieces. A fresh wave of anger arose.

      Her anger morphed into worry—worry if he was all right, if he’d walked away, if he made it home. She imagined him calling to her. Caitlin. Caitlin.

      “Caitlin?”

      A new voice was outside her door. A boy’s voice.

      Confused, she snapped out of it.

      “It’s Sam. Let me in.”

      She went to her door and leaned her head against it.

      “Mom’s gone,” said the voice on the other side. “Went down for cigarettes. Come on, let me in.”

      She opened the door.

      Sam stood there, staring back, concern etched on his face. At 15, he looked older than his age. He’d grown early, to almost six feet, but he hadn’t filled out yet, and he was awkward and gangly. With black hair and brown eyes, his coloring was similar to hers. They definitely looked related. She could see the concern on his face. He loved her more than anything.

      She let him in, quickly closing the door behind him.

      “Sorry,” she said. “I just can’t deal with her tonight.”

      “What happened with you two?”

      “The usual. She was on me the second I walked in.”

      “I think she had a hard day,” Sam said, trying to make peace between them, as always. “I hope they don’t fire her again.”

      “Who cares? New York, Arizona, Texas…Who cares what’s next? Our moving won’t ever end.”

      Sam frowned as he sat on her desk chair, and she immediately felt bad. She sometimes had a harsh tongue, spoke without thinking, and she wished she could take it back.

      “How was your first day?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

      He shrugged. “OK, I guess.” He toed the chair with his foot.

      He looked up. “Yours?”

      She shrugged. There must have been something in her expression, because he didn’t look away. He kept looking at her.

      “What happened?”

      “Nothing,” she said defensively, and turned and walked towards the window.

      She could feel him watching her.

      “You seem…different.”

      She paused, wondering if he knew, wondering if her outside appearance showed any changes. She swallowed.

      “How?”

      Silence.

      “I don’t know,” he finally answered.

      She stared out the window, watching aimlessly as a man outside the corner bodega slipped a buyer a dime bag.

      “I hate this new place,” he said.

      She turned and faced him.

      “So do I.”

      “I was even thinking about...” he lowered his head, “…taking off.”

      “What do you mean?”

      He shrugged.

      She looked at him. He seemed really depressed.

      “Where?” she asked.

      “Maybe…track down Dad.”

      “How? We have no idea where he is.”

      “I could try. I could find him.”

      “How?”

      “I don’t know…. But I could try.”

      “Sam. He could be dead for all we know.”

      “Don’t say that!” he yelled, and his face turned bright red.

      “Sorry,” she said.

      He calmed back down.

      “But did you ever consider that, even if we found him, he may not even want to see us? After all, he left. And he’s never tried to get in touch.”

      “Maybe cause Mom won’t let him.”

      “Or maybe cause he just doesn’t like us.”

      Sam’s frown deepened as he toed the floor again. “I looked him up on Facebook.”

      Caitlin’s eyes opened wide in surprise.

      “You found him?”

      “I’m not sure. There were 4 people with his name. 2 of them were private and had no picture. I sent them both a message.”

      “And?”

      Sam shook his head.

      “I haven’t heard anything back.”

      “Dad would not be on Facebook.”

      “You don’t know that,” he answered, once again defensive.

      Caitlin sighed and walked over to her bed and lay down. She stared up at the yellowing ceiling, paint peeling, and wondered how they all had reached this point. There were towns they’d been happy in, even times when their Mom seemed almost happy. Like when she was dating that guy. Happy enough, at least, to leave Caitlin alone.

      There were towns, like the last one, where she and Sam both made a few good friends, where it seemed like they might actually stay—at least long enough to graduate in one place. And then it all seemed to turn so fast. Packing again. Saying goodbyes. Was it too much to ask for a normal childhood?

      “I could move back to Oakville,” Sam said suddenly, interrupting her thoughts. Their last town. It was uncanny how he always knew exactly what she was thinking. “I could stay with friends.”

      The day was getting to her. It was just too much. She wasn’t thinking clearly, and in her frustration, what she was hearing was that Sam was getting

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